"Call the court clerk at the number on the reverse side. Have a nice day." (The later only if the speeder was a dick.).
Stopped a speeder at the Holmdel fishing hole on GSP at MP 113 SBI. He kept asking for me; " to hurry it up ! I've got a hot tip at Monmouth !" Naturally I slowed down. He later pled Not Guilty and went to Court. Ken Smith used to be the Judge and a no nonsense Judge. He heard the story. "Did you make it for the race ? Did the horse win ?"
Told "No", to both questions, Ken responded; "See the Trooper did you a favor. Guilty $ 500 fine."
(It was for a high speed around 100).
I've heard some pretty funny stories over the years, from traffic cops about how ridiculous people can be. My youngest likes watching the cop shows on TV that show some of those sorts of things, with drunks who fall down getting out of their cars to people being arrogant jerks like the guy you mentioned.
I have a kind of funny story from 30+ years ago (I was basically just a kid). I ran into a radar trap in I80 in PA doing 120mph. I was headed out to Muncy PA for a meeting, and hauling *** through a stretch of mostly deserted highway. Up ahead, there was a minivan in the right lane approaching a gentle left-hand curve between a man-made gap in the hills.
I slowed a bit to pass the minivan in the left lane, then hit the gas again. And just as I did so, I spotted a patrol car on the opposite side of the Eastbound side of the highway, initially out of sight due to the rock outcropping. I saw his eyes go wide and he reached for the radar gun and I'm sure my eyes went wide as I slammed on the brakes, lighting all 4 tires up and skidding down the highway (no ABS in that car). I was still braking when the minivan merrily chugged it's way past me.
I didn't even wait for the PA trooper to pull out of his hiding spot. I just pulled over onto the shoulder and waited, wallet on dash with paperwork, all windows rolled down. He eventually showed up, didn't really say much, took my docs and went back to his car and took a long time there. I was thinking I'm going to jail.
Then he came back and said: "look son, I don't know how fast you were going before you laid down all that rubber back there" and he looked back up the highway. I looked back where he was looking and there were two solid jet black stripes with blue smoke still drifting around the area.
And he said: "but if you keep driving like that" and I thought for sure he was gonna say something like "you're gonna kill yourself or someone else" but instead he said "you're gonna go through a lot of sets of tires". And then he smirked and chuckled and handed me a warning and told me to slow the **** down.
Don't know why he didn't give me a ticket, but maybe because, from his perspective, seeing my eyes go wide and watching me slam on the brakes, cooking the tires the way I did, and seeing the minivan chugging past, was enough to amuse him some. Radar guns were slower to register a speed back then, so maybe he'd have had to go back and measure the skid marks and do the math.
I pulled my radar detector down, put it away, and chugged along the rest of the way on cruise control set to 55. Did the same heading home the next day too.